Beartooth - I Have a Problem Lyrics
I found my viceI found my viceIt lives in a bottle and wants me to dieI found my viceI found my viceIt lives in a bottle and wants me to dieBut I wanna be aliveGod I wanna call you my fatherI'm sick of drinking my life awayI can't remember anythingThis isn't fun anymoreMy body's glued to the floorWhen did my king start living inside a glass bottle?I'm dying, I'm done lying to myselfIf i'm living, its inside a hollow shellMy stomach is bleedingBut im still drinkingA hole inside me is now more than a metaphorI guess a bottle can't save my lifeI guess a bottle can't tame my mindThis is my reward, a barely beating heartBut I still lie to myself, I always lie to myselfMy hands are in the air, and God I hope you're thereCause I can't make it myself, i'll never make it myselfStanding up just to fall back downScreaming nonsense to hear the soundIt doesn't matter if nobody's aroundI'll hit the bottom just to feel the groundSubstance therapy never set me freeSubstance therapy never set me freeI guess a bottle can't save my lifeI guess a bottle can't tame my mindI guess a bottle can't save my lifeI guess a bottle can't tame my mindThis is my reward, a barely beating heartBut I still lie to myself, I always lie to myselfMy hands are in the air, and God I hope you're thereCause I can't make it myself, i'll never make it myselfI don't know about you, but i'm admitting now that I have a problemI have a problemI have a problemI have a problemI have a problem
